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Loretta squeezed her ass cheeks tight around his prick, hoping to take him over the edge. It worked, and with a loud, groaning cry, he spurted within her and collapsed down over her back. He lay very still as if he were exhausted... or unconscious. After a few moments, the guard beneath her called to the others and said, “You want to pull Harold off so I can push this mouse off of me. I need to go out and grab a smoke.” The two other guards lifted Harold off of Loretta. His long, thin, prick felt strange as it was pulled out of her ass. One of the guard’s threw Harold’s clothes to him and the four of them walked outside, leaving Loretta alone with the dishes... and the scraps that would be her supper. As she was standing at the counter, trying to find a little meat among the gristle, a soft voice spoke from behind her. She turned and startled, dropping the bone from her hand. It was the warden, sitting tits at the table... or was it her lawyer... or the judge... or the police officer that was in charge that first night. Somehow, they were all Hardcore the same in her memory. “You are an almost beautiful woman, Loretta,” the man said in a very calm, almost reassuring voice. “That’s the worst thing you can be in a place with secrets... like the PLATO project.” Loretta looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Ugly women,” he continued, “know if a man is coming on to them just to get something. They know they’re ugly and recognize a con’s bullshit when they hear it.” He made a gesture with his hands as if he were pointing to something. “Beautiful women, on the other hand, get hit on all the time. They know that they are beautiful and that men want to get in their pants or just be with them or whatever. It happens all the time, so they also recognize a con’s bullshit and realize that he really wants something else.” He pointed directly at Loretta and said, “ALMOST beautiful women, however... they... they so much want to be seen as licking beautiful that the first man who comes by and tells them they are truly beautiful bowls them over... sometimes literally.” “Do you recognize any of these men?” he asked. Somehow eight pictures appeared on the wall. Her beloved William was one of them. “Oh,” the warden said, raising his eyebrows, “so you do recognize one of them.” Michael’s image now filled the wall. “I don’t know what name he used with you,” the warden continued, “but his true name is Jorge Hernandez. He was once employed by British intelligence, but has since gone... free lance. His British code name was Romeo because his specialty was romancing young, almost beautiful women and convincing them to betray their countries.” He paused and looked directly into Loretta’s eyes before saying, “He was very good at it.” “No! No! That can’t be!” Loretta yelled at the seated man. He did not answer. Instead, a series of images flicked onto the wall. In each picture William was with a different young woman. Then more images of William with the women appeared. This time it was series of images– always with the same woman. They were at restaurants or a club or even alone at night blonde on the beach. Each series ended with a mug shot of the woman with a title under it, “Arrested for Espionage.” “William Oxford wouldn’t do that!” Loretta screamed. “No,” the warden replied, “William Oxford wouldn’t do big that. But Jorge Hernandez would! It's really fun." “The queen’s here.” He said simply. Joan was now deepthroating Max as he watched intently from the sidelines, as Charlie focused in on his wife's facial expresion of contentment . His friend Arthur in the meantime was screwing his fat submissive Olga , missionary style ( in the other Hardcore bedroom ) . As Joan ate his cumload , Max had a great idea . He went in the other bedroom & dragged OLGA out who had just been creampied by Arthur & for old times sake he had Sonia eat her son's jism out of Olga's pussy, while Joyce kept pounding Sonia's ass ruthlessly. None of them said anything about our state of dress, in fact I saw a couple of them smile at us. So, showing my hard dick is nothing special to me.” Like my shaved pussy? "I'll go get some more grapes" Henry licking said and headed in the direction where they grew, as his son and daughter headed to the waterfall. We jumped off together. “Oh! Somehow, tits she didn’t know how, she would satisfy each and every cock and live to tell about it. She stood with it balled in her hand and told Mike she was going to the restroom. The young prince would whisk Lisa big away from her horrible existence, and they would end up passionately making love in the late evening blonde on a secluded stretch of beach, with a full moon shining down on the white tops of the ocean waves, as they relentlessly crash and splash up against the rocky coastline.